Heart Ripped

Heart Ripped

A Poem by Barbara Borel

In the sea random hearts float by, some of them broke by a single lie.

Others are torn, ripped from a chest begging for more but getting less.

If these tears were made of gold I would sow everyone's hearts and make them bold.

But on this day these tears doth drip, and from this tear filled sea do I sip.

© 2017 Barbara Borel


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Really... this is so true Barbara. Its a very creative piece of the truth and pain many people go through and you put it in such pleasant words. And the way you want to help those hearts is very nice of you but I believe the people who will read this may actually be healed by it. wonderful piece. Thanks for sharing it :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Really... this is so true Barbara. Its a very creative piece of the truth and pain many people go through and you put it in such pleasant words. And the way you want to help those hearts is very nice of you but I believe the people who will read this may actually be healed by it. wonderful piece. Thanks for sharing it :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow Barbara - quite the write!
The imagery is shocking - the sentiment is beautiful - wanting to help all those drowning hearts is so altruistic and says so much about the speaker/author.
(there is a typo in the final line - a leftover from editing I think).
I got a really strong picture from this. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

From the from lol thanks . Thank goodness for edit!
Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

True dat !! lol
I always upload then edit - haha

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Added on January 29, 2017
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Barbara Borel
Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA



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Born and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..

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A Poem by Barbara Borel